The six-lettered word blinked at her in bold red colors. With the way it was written, one would be able to see just what it said even from meters away. However August, being August, had felt the need to come closer and actually touch the sign in order to believe it. She traced her hands over the embossed lettering, watching as the dust gathered on its surface smudged on her fingers, and somehow hoping that by doing so, the sign would go away. But she stood for more than fifteen minutes, and the sign still read the same thing: closed. The dance studio was closed.
With an exasperated sigh, the blonde turned on her heels. It was a lost cause to wait outside the studio; she would have to find room for her dancing elsewhere - and quickly, at that. Dancing was a release, and with the way things were going at work, August definitely needed loads of it. The backpack and duffel bag that she carried only seemed to make matters worse, and the fact that she had walked towards the dance studio didn’t help. All she wanted was a place to let loose, even if it was just for a little while. Yet here she was, walking aimlessly towards the end of the street. It was a shanty little road, obviously much less traveled as probably only the tiniest of cars could fit through the narrow distance. It made her smile a little to know that even when she’d lived in Annapolis her whole life, there were still tiny surprises like these that she had yet to discover.
The smile was shot down as quickly as it had appeared on August’s face. She reached the end of the road and found nothing more but another road, a much bigger one with more cars and more people and pollution - things she hated when placed all together. The sight made her turn the other direction, and she was only more disappointed to find that it wasn’t any better. She trudged on anyway - backpack and duffel on hand - quite fed up with seeing streets upon streets upon streets. At least here, there were a couple of places and buildings she could probably enter without getting murdered. By instinct, August had searched for the widest looking one, as those seemed to have more space.
There was one particular building who seemed to stand out from the others, what with its navy blue paint and exquisite design. This was the one that had caught her attention - partially also because a woman caretaker had been standing just outside, and August was able to ask if the place was open. The older woman seemed to nod in reply, and before minds could be changed, August burst through the heavy wooden doors.
"Hello?" her voice echoed through the empty building. August took each step with care, mindful of her surroundings and hand ready to grab the Swiss Knife she kept in her pocket. "Is anybody around?" she was taking tinier steps now, and the sight of a big red curtain came into view. Finally, it was all coming into view - August had entered a theater through the back doors and stepping behind those curtains would mean that she would be on stage. The mere thought of being on a stage and having all the free space to herself made her happy.
Without further hesitation, August walked through the big red curtains, placed her bags on the wooden floor, and took a seat before doing anything else. Just as she was about to grab her backpack, August managed to look up, ever so slightly noticing the blonde that sat comfortably in one of the seats. There was a furrow in his eyebrow as he seemed to be hunched over a bunch of papers. In shock, August could only mutter out one question:
"What are you doing here?"